Someone left a half-eaten milano cookie in the shrubbery outside the front door of my building. Thomas was really disappointed when I wouldn’t help him reach it.
I finally organized the books I use for collage and found that I have an entire shelf of astronomy texts, several shelves of biology texts, and a half shelf of school yearbooks.
Also I have the world’s cutest spokesmodel.
Not that he’ll heed it.
Tiny baby dinosaur. Ferocious.
All your dog bed are belong to Polly.
Poor biscuit had to go for a walk, and I wouldn’t let him eat the Hot Pocket he found in a ditch because I’m a monster. And then when we got home, I wouldn’t play with him. He was having he worst day ever.
The poor baby bear gets a dinner plate coated with peanut butter, to occupy him while I trim his nails. He hates it though, and no amount of bribery will make him believe he isn’t being tortured.
I bought that mat for myself, but Piglet commandeered it, and I could hardly argue.
I found the end of a bolt of groovy upholstery fabric at ReStore, to recover Thomas’ tuffet. He inspected it thoroughly. (Maharem’s Divide pattern in tropic color.)
It took him a few minutes to realize the cheese was on him.